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>next thing I remember is waking up in the exact same position with my face about 2in from button’s head as she sleeps peacefully
>turns out after I fell asleep she got under the covers and snuggled up to me with one hand looped around my arm (under the pillow where her head is) and her other hand resting on my shoulder
>want to check time on phone but don’t want to move and wake button up, she looks so peaceful and is breathing on my neck
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>better move, need to know time because movie
>I roll over onto my back, inevitably waking button up but I’m quick to settle her head back on my shoulder
>she half opens her eyes and gives me a dirty look,
>”sorry” I offer her
>”faggot…” she mumbles at me before closing her eyes again
>reach over and check phone, about 8:30am, need to get up pretty soon
>not even 9am on a monday morning and button has already called me a faggot
>good start to the day!
>button lets out a yawn and then opens her eyes again, looking at me
>I will never get sick of those fat brown eyes
>I decide to try and keep my shit together despite the urge I have to start kissing her or throw about flattery
>I don’t really understand my feelings for button at this point… it’s quickly becoming a vibrant clash of all sorts of things
>it’s a completely new feeling and a very complex one because of the 4 years of being best mates with her thinking she was a dude
>I need to keep cool and not get too far ahead of myself though I remember thinking to myself in that moment
>button just stares at me for a while with her trademark neutral expressionless face
>I hate it… I can’t tell if she is happy, sad, angry, excited, horny… nothing…
>just keeps looking at me, I feel like she is reading the inside of my head or my soul or something dramatic like that
>are we having a staring competition? Should I say good morning?
>eventually button makes a move and mouths ‘you lost’ at me
>wonderful start to the day, I’ve been called a faggot AS WELL as being reminded of my blood debt that no doubt button will use to inflict as much embarrassment and humiliation on me as possible
>button rolls over and presses her butt up against me
>I figure it either means ‘spoon me’ or ‘finger me’
>now that I’m starting to learn the extent of buttons newly awakened libido… probably the latter of the two
>I’m rocking my typical morning wood and I press it in between buttons ass cheeks
>she responds by giving her ass a wiggle back and forth, “no ass for you remember”
>rape isn’t off the table at this point…
>move my hand down and run my fingers between buttons thighs, she responds by curling her legs up and arching her back, giving me more access
>yep, she wants to be fingered
>I run my fingers over her slit… dryer than the Sahara desert
*protip: when looking for water in a dry and arid landscape, always look for the lowest depression possible where water is most likely to gather
>I gently pry apart buttons outer lips as I search and poke at her watering hole with my index finger
>I was wrong, she is wet… and I’m starting to wonder if she ever isn’t
>memories of last night’s little game come streaming back in and I remember just how much I enjoyed seeing her swearing in frustration as she teetered on the edge
>I quickly decide that it would be more fun to tease her for the day
>no matter how much she wants something, button isn’t the sort of person to ever ask for it, she’s stubborn as a mule
>I get to work spreading the juice that has accumulated in buttons lowest ‘depression’ to get everything nice and moist
>have a bit of a play around, running one my index finger in and out of her for a bit before adding in a second finger which she flinches at slightly but quickly relaxes
>she responds to my stimulation by pushing her ass even further out, wiggling it over my fingers trying to get them as deep as possible
>my whole plan nearly came undone right there and then… I wanted to plunge every inch of myself into her right there and then, and the worst part is that she would’ve let me
>but I held strong, good things come to those that wait, I think to myself as I continue to explore the depths of the southern button trench
>eventually, before she has a chance to get into it too much, I pretend to panic and check my phone for the time
>approaching 9am
>pretend panic turns into actual panic, “shit we need to get moving…” I tell her as I jump out of bed
>button gives me a dirty look
>I savour it
>head towards the bathroom, strip my briefs off casually and start running the shower, couple of minutes later button wanders in and lazily takes off her shirtdress that she slept in and throws it into the dirty laundry basket, clearly now a bit more relaxed at revealing herself
>I study her body as she steps up into the shower with me
>long dark brown hair flowing past her shoulders, a little messy
>beautiful glossy skin, free from imperfections, it’s on the ever so slightly darker end of the Caucasian scale, she definitely has a little Spanish or something exotic mixed in her blood
>hard to tell with Aussies, lots of English and Irish for sure from the whole convict settlement, but we have had a huge amount of different cultures and backgrounds immigrate here since then
>button has wonderful shapely/curvy figure, she definitely eats well, she isn’t muscly or anything but certainly fit, probably a lot fitter than I am at this point considering the sort of things she use to get up to whilst living out in the country
>I get side tracked soaping up her body, paying special attention to RB, LB as well as RT and LT
>doesn’t take me long before I am unintentionally poking her with no hands
>button grabs my cock and plays with it, more out of curiosity than anything, like a kitten with a newly acquired toy
>”what time is the movie…” she tries to ask through a yawn
>”12:40, we need to catch a train to donkeycock and then walk to sloppyturd harbour”
>after playing with her ass for a bit I spin her around and pull her cheeks apart washing away all the soap before sliding two fingers into her, I have to be gentle because most of her natural lube is gone now
>when I finally work them inside of her I move my other hand up across her chest and pull her into me while playing with LB
>button makes a faint noise under her breath as I probe the depths of her with my fingers, but soon take them out and start to make sure I don’t have any soap left of me either
>”I’m not an idiot faggot… I know what you’re trying to do” button informs me
>damn she caught on a lot earlier than expected…
>”if you keep this up, it’s not going to end well for you” she warns me
>the tone of her voice tells me that was a genuine threat and not a suggestively sexual invitation to keep going
>challenge accepted
>turn off the shower, hop out and throw a towel at button who proceeds to wrap it around herself before plugging the hair dryer into the wall
>fucking women… there is always something that needs to be done
>I head out and dry myself off in front of my wardrobe and then starting picking out something decent to wear
>”anon can you grab me some clothes” button calls out to me over the top of the hair dryer
>areyoufuckingserious?
>I have about the worst sense of fashion that can possibly exist when it comes to girls
>open the top drawer to what was once my own dresser and start examining the contents treasure trove of wonders that are beholden before my eyes
>button has arranged all her underwear neatly, most of her bras and knickers are standard cut everyday sort of things, practical but still cute
>next to them are a collection of more sexy sort of things, lots of thin transparent lacey type stuff with little decorations hanging off them and what not
>I have a thing for boylegs so I decide on a black lacy pair with little pink ribbons hanging off the front and at the sides they look like they are stitched together with pink lace, I will try to find a similar picture when I go to post this
>there is a matching bra for it so I grab that as well
>ok now for top and bottoms, I spent about 5 minutes looking at various things in the drawers and cupboard before giving up…
>I bring the matching pair of undies into the bathroom and hand them to her with an apologetic look
>button raises an eyebrow at me, “all that time and all you managed to pick out was the sluttiest pair of undies I own and nothing else?”
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>”it’s the thought that counts right” I offer with an shrug…
>”and here I was, thinking you were some sort of expert on women” button says while finishing up her hair, “especially after what you did last night”
>the last part made me grin, “I never claimed to be skilled at everything, just the things that matter”
>”like washing hair and cooking?” button shoots me down
>fuck it… move in to grope buttons ass, I have only managed to put briefs on at this point and my baloney baton has been well and truly discharged from the recovery ward overnight
>I play with RT and LT, pulling them apart and dragging my finger in between
>wet again
>I can’t help myself, I take my cock out and start rubbing it against her slit, “god I want to fuck you so bad…” I tell her, getting carried away
>button arches her back for me, ”…I’m not stopping you” she says casually while blowing tufts of hair in my face
>”no time, maybe later…”
>”faggot…” button says as I walk back out to get changed
>about 20 minutes later we are both dressed and ready to go
>button ended up putting the knickers back though and instead went with a more supportive and comfortable set of bra and knickers
>she put on a pair of skin tight yoga pants that LOOKED like they were made out of denim, but turned out not to be when I inspected them, along with what I can only describe as a very light grey, almost white poncho sort of thing
>I mistook it for dobbies pillowcase when I saw it in the drawer but apparently it’s was a shirt, the sort with a neck hole large enough so that it hangs down over one shoulder by design
>she finished it off with a loose crocheted sort of beanie
>in case anybody was interested… I was wearing a pair of baby blue and white pinstripe short shorts, a skintight pink vee neck and a very light zip-up hoodie over the top
>we both wore thongs… or flip-flops as I think most of you might call them
>wouldn’t have bothered with the hoodie, but I figured it might come in handy in case it got cold and I could offer it to button in a moment of grave sacrifice
>we exit my place and start making our way to the train station a few blocks over
>button spent most of the walk teasing me over my choice of shirt, but I held firm and insisted that pink was the new cool on dudes
>”sure! If you’re a faggot…”
>we buy our tickets and hop on the next train heading to the city
>have conversation about living in the city and not needing your own car
>button is from a very rural outback sort of town, grew up with lots of camping, offroading, hunting and stuff like that
>I grew up in coastal town that was a big ass holiday destination, lots of tourists, beautiful beaches… that sort of thing
>I used to own a big diesel 4wd before moving to the city, but too expensive to maintain with fuel prices and lack of decent income
>button and I get talking auto for a while, her brothers and father were very much into camping and off-roading, etc. to the point where she knows more about it than I do
>we have argued many times before online about the pros and cons of a diesel vs. petrol engine in a 4wd
>we agree to disagree on the topic, but agree that it would be fun to go camping at some point, maybe even with her family
>notice a couple of people smirking at me on the train, wonder if my hair is messed up or something
>old couple give me a big smile…
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>I turn to button, “do I look… ok to you?” I ask her, starting to get paranoid as I notice the glances
>“oh don’t worry, they are just laughing at the hickey shaped rash on your neck” button says calmly while giving the old couple over from us a polite smile
>awwww shiiiit, I completely forgot… and I can’t even see how bad it is because no mirror…
>we get off at our designated station and start walking to the cinema
>about an hour and a half until the movie, plenty of time but I want to make sure I grab decent seat tickets and some lunch first
>I notice button is getting a good amount of glances from the guys
>admittedly though, if I didn’t know her and she passed me in the street I would probably stare too
>”do you always get this much attention?” I ask her
>”when none of my brothers and dad are with me, yeah…” she responds “but even then, I know the names of anybody who looks at me, donglederp is a pretty small town”
>all the attention she is getting makes me feel a little possessive and clingy but I do my best to ignore it
>I’m not a huge guy by any means, like I mentioned, I’m in shape, stocky sort of build due to genetics or surfing/swimming whatever
>but some of these guys are like chiseled chin 50shades of grey sort of shit
>I’m trying my best to fight off any urges I have to smother her in affection for the sole purpose of declaring property
>button seems to sense this in and clings onto my arm again, “relax faggot, remember who has the giant hickey and the permission slip”
>and not a single fuck was given for the rest of the day, the end.
>but seriously… gotta love buttons ability to read a situation
>we reach sloppyturd harbour and after we buy our tickets from the front counter
>front and centre, we have a bit over an hour to spare
>button insists she pays for her own ticket, fair enough, not like we are dating…
>”lunch?” I ask her
>button just nods, not because she doesn’t care, turns out its her first time in the city so she is still doing her version of ‘omg wow’, which involves passively staring at everything while I lead her to a nearby good spot to eat
>we grab a burger at a local fast food chain that specialises in chicken fillet burgers and chili sauce, they cook the chicken to order so its always pretty darn tasty
>still have about 45 minute left until start of movie so we walk around the shopping centre for a bit, its all really uppermarket big name sort of shit, so we don’t even bother going into any of the shops
>I have an idea, remember I said slut 2 was a crazy bitch? Wasn’t exaggerating… she was young so her parents would always keep 10 sets of eyes on us when we were at her place which forced us to try and get creative when it came to fucking
>lots of car sex, quickies when parents went to shops, public unisex wheelchair access toilets and even a train toilet once, we became really good at waiting for the right moment to sneak into these sort of places together
>I will admit… the rush of getting caught and doing it in public places was a HUGE fucking turn on and I developed a little bit of a thing for it
>button and I keep walking down one wing of the shopping centre, I know by memory that it opens up to another exit that is just across from the cinemas, but we still have time
>sure enough I spot what I am after, a sign hanging from the roof pointing down a side corridor with toilet sign
>most importantly it contained male icon, female icon AND a wheelchair icon
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>I drag button down the corridor, she doesn’t protest and keeps a hold of my arm, I think she had a pretty good idea of what I might be up to
>we reach the toilet section, male to the left, female to the right just after a big door with a low handle and wheelchair sign on the front
>just as I stop, mom and her young son walk out of female toilets
>turn to button, “i’ll meet you back out the front shortly hun” I say to her as the mother passes us by without a second glance, too distracted by her son who is now piss bolting down the corridor screaming enthusiastically with the mum in tow
>bro-kid is clearly trying to help me get some sweet poontang by providing distraction
>I grab button and open the disabled toilet door before anybody else comes out of the toilets, “c’mon quick”
>I don’t know if you actually can get in trouble for this sort of thing in aus, but I’m pretty sure at the very least we would get a firm talking to from security or something… hopefully that is worst case
>button heads in first before quickly following as I hear a couple of blokes talking as they walk out of the mens room
>laughing so hard I figure they must have just been blowing each other, you know… messing around like friends do?
>moment I lock the door and turn to face button she pushes me up against the door, gets up on her tiptoes and starts kissing me
>”shhhh not so loud” I manage to throw at her in between her onslaught of mouth sucking
>the whole situation seems to have made her horny as fuck because she’s getting handsy as fuck
>not cool… I’m supposed to be doing the raping! This was my idea!
>I walk her forward a bit, still embracing her and get down a little lower in preparation to pick her up
>she doesn’t even hesitate and jumps up, wrapping her legs around me as I push her up against the wall
>”how long do we have?” she asks as she takes a quick breather after some serious tongue wrestling
>”10 minutes or so?” I tell her, curious as to what she is thinking
>button hops down off me and pushes my back up against the wall before pulling my shorts down
>oh hell yes, mad gobbies hey! (Australian slang for felatio)
>she squats down and takes my well and truly rock hard meat baton out of its packaging and immediately gets to work on it with her mouth and hands
>place two hands on her head and let out a sigh of relief as she slides her delicate warm little mouth back and forth over the tip of my cock
>after about 5 minutes of her polishing my pork sword, I’m getting ready to nut, the rush from where we are and how aggressive she is being is doing me fucking wonders
>button notices I’m getting pretty close and pulls my cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling my shorts up at the same time
>wraps her arms around my neck and looks up at me and gives me a kiss on the lips, “come on faggot, I want to get popcorn and coke before the movie”
>she grabs me by the hand and turns to the door
>I’m pretty sure its circumstances like these that cause men to turn into rapists… because the loathing but lusting sort of feeling that was building up inside me made me want to grab her by the hair and mouth fuck her until she choked on my homegrown protein smoothie
>but it’s a feeling I oddly enjoy, being toyed with and teased… especially by button
>we exit the toilets separately, her first because I need to let my sausage rocket go down or ill be at risk of the security guards searching me for a weapon
>which at this point they will most certainly find… giggity
>we head over back out the exit and over to the cinemas, good thing we didn’t wait any longer because there is now a sizeable que of neckbeards and landwhales waiting for their wheelie bins of popcorn to be ready
>we decide to share a large combo, which is probably an American kids meal size or something
>I ask for raspberry Fanta… which I subsequently get called a faggot for even though the cashier is still standing right infront of us
>at that point she probably mistook the hickey for a bruise and assumed I was in an abusive relationship
>I suppose that’s one way to put it actually?
>I ignore buttons unappreciation for my unique taste in soft drink and head into movies
>not much to report in movies, we were enjoying the movie too much to try anything, plus it was pretty full
>starting to get cloudy as fuck when we get out so we decide to head straight home
>pretty stock day out at the cinemas, bit of hand holding but even that feels pretty comfortable
>and by comfortable I mean not romantic, we just hold each other’s hand/arm if we feel like it
>it’s hard to describe but because we are so comfortable around each other there isn’t that tension that you have with somebody you are dating, the sort of wound up feeling of not wanting to disappoint or fail to live up to expectations
>spent most of the way home debating different aspects of the movie and what female dwarves might look like
>somehow get onto the topic of shaving
>I don’t shave often, my beard grows slowly, usually let it get a bit past stubble length before shaving it, most of the time I keep it at stubble length because of baby face…
>button admits to me that her father taught her how to use a cut throat
>”my dad is very old fashioned, he taught all my brothers how to shave using one when they came of age” she tells me, “it was a sort of family tradition, they all got a cutthroat for their 16th birthday”
>sounds really cool actually… listening to her makes me wish I had a big family with cool traditions like that…
>”my dad used to sit outside on the porch with a wash basin and shave using a hand mirror” button reminisces, “I remember thinking how badass it looked to do, eventually he started letting me hold the mirror for him”
>I love hearing about button’s family…always the coolest stories
>”eventually when I was about 15 I asked my dad if he would teach me how to use one as well, by that age I was already shooting roo’s and wild pigs with him and my brothers on hunting and camping trips so it didn’t bother him”
>suddenly I feel like so much less of a man
>”eventually I got so good that he would let me do it for him” button finishes while staring out the opposite window lost in thought
>she clearly loves her dad a lot, I can tell by the way she talks about him and given her situation I have no doubt her dad treated her like a diamond
>she suddenly turns to me and smiles, “he bought me a cut throat for my 16th birthday” she says with pride, “I have never used it though, but I packed it with me” her smile has a hint of wicked in it
>oh no… I think to myself as I swallow nervously
>”you can be the first person I use it on…” she says, it’s more of a statement rather than a question
>don’t get any wrong ideas with all this by the way, buttons family adore the fuck out of her because she is youngest and only daughter… no funny business, they are just very country… you know, old traditions and things
>topic moves to pube hair, I tell her I’m glad she is clean shaven, she tells me she can’t fucking stand pubic hair on her, just hates it
>somuchwin
>I ask her why not cutthroat on pussy? She explains that it’s not what they are designed for, things will start getting sliced off down there
>ohisee…
>doesn’t make me feel any less nervous about her doing it on my throat
>says she likes the way I stay nice and trimmed, I keep things equivalent to a bit of chin stubble downstairs
>she asks me if I have ever tried shaving completely though
>”yeah but I get shaving rash whenever I do it, figure i’m doing it wrong so I just keep it trimmed low, plus shaving balls is a fucking chore and a half”
>”I could do it if you want?” she offers, she seems genuinely curious about the whole ordeal
>”as much as I trust you, there is no way in hell I would let you have at my balls with a fucking cut throat”
>button laughs, “with a razor you faggot, I don’t plan on castrating you any time soon”
>I laugh nervously at her remark… huhnotanytimesoonwhat?
>pretty generic banter for rest of the trip
>also, weather held up so I didn’t get to give her hoodie
>get back home late afternoon, I go and immediately get changed out of shorts/briefs and into thin fabric sort of trackies
>I freeball most of the time so I find briefs restricting and uncomfortable
>button decides to do the same and ends up putting on another one of my T’s, it’s one of my favourites but I don’t really mind, black slim fit and kinda long with what can only be described as a sort of abstract black and white checkered pattern
>no surprise that it’s basically another shirtdress on button… but still very short
>I’m going to call it a shirt from now on though as that’s what it is, one of my shirts… no more shirtdress
>”what’s with you and my shirts?” I ask her, considering this is the second one she has taken to
>”you love it” she says bluntly as she walks past me heads into the bathroom
>well that settles that… personally I thank 4chan for making her so aware of some of these little things… I guess there are valuable things to be gained in amongst all the sissy/trap, rate my cock and ylyl threads after all
>I’m already sitting on the couch when button finishes up in the loo, we agreed on the walk home from the station that we would try and finish the halo 4 campaign
>button yanks the doona off the bed and brings it over to the couch
>looks like we are in for another marathon
>half an hour into campaign we have barely made any progress and I notice that something is up
>button is making stupid mistakes, charging out into mobs of covenant before I have a chance to pick a few of them off at range, or just has moments when she seems to zone out, just generally detached from what Is happening
>she has also barely said anything to me in that time, let alone called me a faggot
>before long my mind is working overtime and I’m recalling similar situations occurring in the past… girls doing 180’s in their feelings after a stroll along the fucking beach or something trivial like that
>starting to panic big time, I can feel my heart beating in my chest so hard I wonder if it’s actually making audible noise
>fuck… it’s happening, she is feeling awkward about us going out coz it was too much like a date or something
>although it is unusual for her to be tiptoeing around this… so much for no bullshit button
>by this point I’ve worked myself up mentally, “seriously button… whatever it is, just say it” I blurt out, half dreading the response, and half just wanting to get this over with
>she looks at me for a moment after I said it, studying the nervous look on my face
>should’ve guessed something this good had to come to an end fairly quickly
>button gets up suddenly and straddles me, before I can even think about what it means she is pulling my shirt up over my head
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>no sooner is my shirt off before button is attacking my lips, one hand tugging at my womb ferret which is getting hard so quickly I hear a sonic boom as the tip breaks the sound barrier
>I waste no time in pulling buttons ‘shirt’ up above her hips and running my hand in between her legs
>at first I’m confused, and not by the lack of panties
>I can’t tell if I have found buttons grand canyon or two slugs in the middle of a mud wrestling match, she is so wet that there is an actual chance it might start dripping on me
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>button places one hand on my chest and uses the other to unleash my now Jurassic sized piece of pork from its mixed polyester and cotton cage
>wrap my other hand around her back as I slide two fingers into her, holding her firmly against me
>there is still plenty of resistance, but her juices make short work of that
>button is already panting and beginning to make some noise, going to town on her neck doesn’t help either
>time to kiss this fucking shirt goodbye I think to myself as I remove my fingers from button and take her shirt off, as soon as I’m done with that I slide my trackies down and kick them the rest of the way off
>button is now on her knees above my cock, I’m working a third finger into her pussy and she is working my shaft, albeit clumsily…
>she grits her teeth as I try to work the third finger in… I cringe at the the sight of her in pain so I make the decision to stick with two
>I work my kisses down her neck and she props herself up even higher, allowing me easy access to play with RB and LB with my tongue
>I keep pulling at her g-spot until she climaxes for the first time “uuugggnnnnnn…” She semi shouts in a rather futile attempt to communicate with one of the roof rafters before looking back down at me
>at this point I’m weighing up the idea of fucking her
>on one hand, she isn’t quite stretched enough yet for it to be an easy fit, good chance I’m going to cause her some pain
>on the other hand, button is a big girl and I know she would take it like a pro, plus… its sex with button
>but then if it hurts too much she may get put off the whole thing a bit…
>though button isn’t the sort of person to back down after a failed attempt, and our friendship is strong enough that we could probably just talk about it casually and laugh it off
>but I would like her first time to be at least fucking enjoyable
>I kind of zone out a bit as all this is going through my head without realising button has been staring at me the entire time as I continue to finger her
>”why are you so nervous?” button asks as she slows down with my cock and just pulls at it enough to keep me hard
>whatthefuck? I never said I was nervous… who said I was nervous? I’ve popped about 4-5 cherries in my time (not sure if the 5th was actually a virgin, she claimed to be but it seemed a little easy)
>to clarify though, of course I’m fucking nervous, sex in general might not be anything new to me but this is a whole other situation… this girl on top of me means the fucking world to me… she is my best friend… hell she is probably my fucking soulmate for all I know
>testosterone and cock rage is telling me to fuck the shit out of her right here and now, but common sense and reason are providing some damn good points against doing it
>”I’m not nervous… what makes you say that?” I ask trying to sound as calm as possible, completely taken off guard by the question
>”cut the bullshit anon…the first you went to finger me, your heart was racing, first time I jacked you off, your heart was racing, first time I went to kiss you, your heart was racing…” button explains to me in a neutral tone, “but whenever you were confident about something, making me squirt in the shower or eating me out, nothing, you completely calm”
>talk about attention to the minor details… I can’t believe she even noticed something like that… fucking wizard!
>”you’re more nervous now than you ever have been before… so don’t bullshit me and answer my question faggot” button delivers her ultimatum to me while sitting on my lap, my slowly deflating penis still gripped in one hand, her other hand now very noticeably on my chest, right on top of my heart
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>I consider making something up but there is literally nothing I could say that she wouldn’t see right through so I decide to just offer her to truth no matter how much penisbro recommends against it
>”If I fuck you now, it’s going to hurt you… maybe a little, maybe a lot” I explain to her, looking her straight in the eye so that she knows I’m telling the truth
>button stares at me, studying my face for a moment, “of course it’s going to hurt, you dickhead…” she says to me with a frustrated look, “but it’s probably going to hurt less then when I tore your back open, or nearly ripped your balls off…” she continues
>once again, I felt like a 12 year old… here I am getting so worked up about all the finer details of popping buttons cherry, the pain, the right mood, the position… that I’m deciding what is best for her instead of letting her make her own choice
>she lets out a sigh, “I’ll be honest, I don’t mind you being a bit of a pussy…”
>ouch… that fucking stung bro
>”but now isn’t the moment to get all soft on me” she says… with a clear double meaning behind her words as she jiggles my cock
>I decide right there in that moment to never again try and decide what is best for button on her behalf… never ends well when I don’t ‘go with the flow’… I really should know this by now
>button starts to tug at my mr limpy, attempting to breathe new life into him, quite successfully I might add now that I’ve had my moment of introspection
>she leans in closer to me, not breaking eye contact, “how about ‘I wish’ you would fuck me… fag-“
>I move and start kissing her before she finishes, not really in the mood to be called a faggot right before tearing a hole in button’s berlin wall
>she lets go of my quickly inflating meat balloon, keeping one hand on my chest and placing the other behind my neck, standard button hair grip style
>I reach around and grab a firm hold of both RT and LT while at the same time sliding myself slightly further down the couch so that I am in a better position
>now that things are aligned, I begin priming my ammunition
>I place the tip of my cock under her ‘quite literally dripping at this point’ cunt and use my hand to spread her juices over the tip of my cock
>moving away from buttons mouth and focus back on her neck to try and give her some distracting pleasure to counteract what happens next
>using one hand I pull LT apart to the side, opening button’s tight little hole as wide as possible while using my right hand to guide the tip of my now slippery cock right onto the front door her entrance
>when I’m certain everything is ready, I move my other hand back out and grip firmly onto RT
>button is still making soft noises as I pay very close attention to her neck
>despite what I said earlier, all things considered, this moment is pretty darn perfect… the mood is spot on, and more importantly, the position allows button a lot of control over the situation
>up until this point I have been holding button up a little using RT and LT, but now that things are all ready to go, instead of pulling button down over my cock, I slowly let go of her ass and let her take her own weight
>she slowly pushes down against the tip of my womb broom and I feel the top of the handle slide in
>”uuuunnnnnnarrgggghhhh” button lets out through gritted teeth as my knob pushes its way into her
>she pulls away from my neck and looks directly into my eyes as she lowers pussy down over my cock
>she is still gritting her teeth through the pain, I feel bad watching her… but I won’t bullshit you… there is something bizarrely hot about it, watching button take my cock into her despite the pain
>I raise an eyebrow at her, genuinely impressed as she starts to move slowly back up my shaft and then back down again, working a little more inside with each stroke
>”fuck you, and fuck your big dick” button snaps at me
>I decide to try and help her out a bit by grabbing a hold of RT and LT again and taking her weight
>button resists a little, pushing herself back down, determined to get it in but she is only causing herself unnecessary pain
>the reason it isn’t going in has nothing to do with size, pussies have incredible stretching capabilities, no its to do with friction
>the trick is very small strokes up and down, each time coating just a little bit more of my shaft with some of her sweet clam nectar
>unless of course you have some sort of lube handy… in which case grease that piston up and start firing away!
>I hold button in place above my cock and start to move my hips up and down, moving myself in and out of her, much quicker than she was doing herself, but with far smaller strokes
>her expression is a constant mix of pleasure and pain as we look at each other, both of her hands resting on top of my shoulders
>each time I work myself a little deeper, I slow the pace down to help her adjust and before long I am slowly sliding about 2/3 of my cock into her
>thankfully though the noises she is making are becoming less about discomfort and more about enjoyment
>at the ¾ mark I stop to her let have a break and get used to things
>button has other ideas and pushes herself down onto my lap, she reaches behind herself and pulls her own ass cheeks apart, and wiggles down further until she can’t get any more of my shaft in
>she brings her hands back around and leans herself against my chest, taking a moment and letting out a sigh of relief
>button breathes for a moment before starting to move herself up and down my cock, her expression tells me that whatever pain, if any, is far outweighed by how good it’s feeling by now
>damn that wasn’t too bad I guess…
>”you want to change positions?” I ask her
>she nods at me, cowgirl can be a drain until you have built up the appropriate leg muscles I suppose
>I wrap my arms around button and stand up, pulling myself out of her at the same time
>she wraps her legs around me as I place her back down, standard missionary position
>I figured it’s the best place to start until she gets well and truly used to things
>I watch her expression as I ease myself back into her, fuck damn she is tight, I can feel the walls of her snatch resist every inch of me, her expression seems more relaxed now, though she does wince when I try to go balls deep
>maybe not just yet I think to myself
>I can get more of me inside her in this position, so i make a mental note of how deep I can go before it hurts her and then slowly start to work my hotdog in and out of her warm bun
>before I know it i can feel her body relax more beneath me as I find a good rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her now absolutely soaking wet snatch
>her fingernails are still digging into my back though
>this whole thing is starting to get me pretty fucking close, I easily just sprinted past the 60m mark
>I pull myself out buttons tight abyss, “hop up on your knees”
>button doesn’t even hesitate, she gets up and pokes her ass out at me, resting her arms on the headrest of the couch
>first time I have had chance to see her butthole, looks like a cute little brown raisin sitting between two mounds of pink ballistics gel
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>button seems warmed up enough to handle a bit of force so I grab a hold of her hair, while pushing her waist down towards the couch with my other hand, causing her to arch her back and expose her perfectly formed bajingo
>I let go of her waist and use my hand to guide my cock back into her warm cunt, button lets out an elongated “aaaaahhhnnnnggggg…” As I push myself deeper and deeper into her
>as I build up some speed, button beings to get more and more vocal with her moans
>just flew past the 75m mark…
>I stand up a little higher so that as I work my shaft into her at a steeper angle, my knob hitting her g-spot with each push
>button responds to this with a loud “ohhhhhhhh ffffuuuuuuuucccckkkkkkk”
>I learn forward and use my hand to grip her neck, pulling it up toward me so I can kiss it while still pumping myself in and out of her tight vagoo
>85m
>that blowjob before the movie had me fucking edging… I was already at the 50m when I got home
>better give ample warning, “I’m getting close” I manage to breath out into her ear
>”don’t cum yet faggot, don’t you fucking dare!!!”
>big saggy granny flaps with crusty yeast cheese, I think to myself…
>MUST DELAY
>huge floppy milk duds!!! Should book a dentist appointment, I wonder what my mum is doing right now
>fuck I talked myself up about being a sack marathon runner, and here I am about to finish the race before the finish line has even been painted down
>personally I blame the blowjob earlier along with button for being so goddamn hot on her knees, not to mention tight as a penis fly trap
>button is getting closer and closer, “hhhnnngahhh… hnnnngaaaaah” she moans with each exhale as my cock continues to pound her slut switch on and off
>90m, I won’t be able to hold this much longer
>I need to change positions and distract myself or I am going to bust early
>pull out of button and motion her to spin and face me
>she seems a little confused but gets the idea quickly and stands up on the couch, wrapping her arms around my neck
>once her arms are around my neck I slide my hands between her thighs and lift her up, feeling her legs wrap tightly around me
>I spread her ass apart and lower her down onto my cock, though I have trouble getting into her tiny little hamster hole, in the end button has to reach down and guide me into her
>we both let out an audible sigh as I enter her again
>I start bouncing button up and down on my cock
>back to the 85m
>button is back to moaning like she just lost a loved one, swearing out loud whenever she has the breath to do so
>90m again
>I hold her still in mid air and start to kiss her neck, I can feel her pussy stretching over my shaft each time I bring her back down onto me… feels like fucking heaven
>”I’m getting close again” I mumble, half whisper into her ear
>”go harder” button instructs me, ignoring my previous comment
>I sit back down on the couch with button riding me, I use my hands to help bring her cunt up and down on my jackhammer as if I was trying to split a slab of concrete in half on my bare knob
>95%
>”hooooohhhh ffuuuucckkk yyyoure gunna make me cuuummm” she pants at me in between each bounce
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>button places one hand back on my chest and the other at the base of my head again
>she digs her nails into both
>”hnnnngggg… anonnnnnnnn” button breathes at me through gritted teeth as we both cross the finish line together
>the underground vault of London bank closes shut for the third time this week and I thrust my cock involuntarily upwards
>I look button right in the eye as I get ready to bust my nut inside of her, I don’t want to miss this I think as I grip her waist
>but button just keeps bouncing her tight lips up and down over my shaft
>she looks back at me, eyes glazed over as my main gun finally fires its first round
>I let out a an “arrrrnnnnggggghhhhh” as I start blasting my load into button
>button plants herself firmly down into my crotch and threatens to tear the hair from the back of my head and my heart out of my chest Indiana jones style, “fuuucccckkkk… keep cumming!!!” she barks at me as my quick twitches inside her with each blast of warm semen
>lolididntplanonstopping?
>I quite literally empty the contents of my testicles into the back corner of her honeypot
>after a good 10 seconds or so I relax my grip on her and sink backwards into the couch, button collapses on top of me
>her neck is right next to my face, so I start to plant small kisses on her
>after just sitting there for awhile breathing, button props herself back up, hers immediately darting to where her hand is sitting on my chest
>there are 5 clear fingernail marks, a couple of with broken skin and a bit of smeared blood
>i just smile at her, totally worth it I think to myself as button sits there on my shrinking dick
>”serves you right” she says to me coldly
>”shower?” I offer to her
>”bath…” she says as she lifts herself off me and starts walking to the bathroom
>no blood on my cock, so that’s a good sign
>”what’s for dinner, she calls out” as I hear the taps being turned on
>cant believe she is still hungry after blasting that much protein into her belly…
>she’s oddly calm, or at least trying to appear that way
>”steak” I call out at her, not wanting to spoil the fact that it’s actually a little fancier than that
>also reminds me, I should get them out and salt/oil them in preparation
>I give button a moment alone in the bathroom to clean herself and/or relax while I take out the two impressive looking scotch fillets and cover them in oil, salt and some garlic rub, leaving them to sit in a bowl, butt naked and still a little sticky
>I did wash my hands though, before anybody points out
>when I get into the bathroom, the bath is already half full and button is sitting in it, looking a little knackered
>she has added some of my body wash to the water to give the bath some bubbles
>hop into the bath and settle down at a right angle to button so that I have room to stretch my legs out along the widest part of the bath
>button gives me her classic blank look as she eyes me over, inspecting dried bloody mess on my chest that she caused
>I feel pretty badass at this point, ain’t gonna lie
>must have showed on my face too, “faggot…” button says to me smiling and rolling her eyes and reaching for my loofer
>it’s the lynx one that came free with some body wash, has frilly soft sort of loofah on one side and something akin to the little loops that make up Velcro on the top, for scrubbing
>button moves to straddle me and starts to scrub at her fingernail marks with the rough side, deliberately rough
>”owwww” I wince at her
>”still a faggot huh?” she teases
>”I fucked you didn’t I?” I say to her as I move my hand between her legs and gently play with her freshly fucked slit
>she bites her lip at me and smiles
>”I’m still counting that as a wish though… you only have two left now”
>”worth it” button says while shrugging at me and then turning around and settling herself between my legs, laying her head back on my chest
>I waste no time in playing with her funbags, dressing them up in bubbles and making them look bigger
>neither of us said anything else… just laid there and enjoy the warm water
>I start thinking about how I just fucked button which makes me surprisingly hard again
>”what happened to the whole recharging thing?” she says, feeling it poke into her back
>”eh… its hard… but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll cum again, at least not before I had you red and raw”
>button seems unphased by my explanation and moves around to straddle me again, “well that sucks for you then…” she offers in a feigned apology “lucky for me I just need it to be hard in order to use it” button continues, grabbing my cock and pushing herself down on it
>I watch her struggle for awhile as she learns how hard it is to have sex submerged in water with all the lube washed away and her as tight as she is…
>needless to say she doesn’t make any progress
>”apparently you do need me aswell” I tell her as I decide I will oblige her, her attempts to sit on my cock have made me hard and horny enough to fuck her, but I doubt I will get there again so soon after just cumming
>I motion her to spin around and get on her knees, which she quickly does and pokes her ass out at me expectantly
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>”just tell me if it starts to get sore though, don’t worry if I end up getting there or not”
>button just wiggles her bum side to side in reply…
>I test her snatch out with my fingers, checking how much natural lube available, there is a bit, but not so much on the outside where it counts so I spit in my hands and work it into my knob, making sure its nice and slippery
>I can get the tip in, I can work the rest in slowly I know from experience as I push tip of my cock into her for the second time tonight
>button gives out a little moan as I slowly drag it in and out, pushing it slightly further in each time
>doesn’t take me long before I am taking long deep strokes in and out of her, gripping a hold of her hips as I do
>”go deeper…” button says, more as a request than an order
>I start to push myself slightly deeper and deeper, button twitches a couple of times with a bit of pain but before long I can feel my knob tapping on her cervix
>I make one final push, pulling her onto me aswell as pushing into her and she lets out a sighing moan as I reach what would be technically known as ‘balls deep’
>buttons tight warm folds squeeze around my cock as I rest there for a bit and it feels fucking incredible
>start to pound her hole, taking big full length strokes and working the speed up, gripping her by her waist as she starts to get louder and louder… she’s definitely a verbal girl that’s for sure
>but as I’ve made out previously, she isn’t a yelling screamer, just good honest moans, not too loud
>I can’t get a decent speed going without turning the fucking bath into a wave pool, and button keeps slipping on the tub so eventually she pulls herself forward off my cock
>she stands up and puts her hands against the wall and pokes her ass out for me
>holyshititsbeautiful!
>I have to bend my knees slightly because of the difference in size but only a little as I push my cock back into her
>I fuck her like this for about 5-10 minutes and she cums at least 3 or 4 times
>at this point I’m getting surprisingly close to busting my own nut again as I grip onto buttons waist and work the full length of my shaft in and out of her tight wet little hole
>suddenly button puts her hand on my leg, “it’s starting to get sore faggot so hurry up and blow”
2>no chance… the moment she says it I pull myself out, I can wait
>”I didn’t fucking say stop… it still feels good, just don’t try and hold back or anything” she seems genuinely disappointed, but Its not like her to bullshit so I know she is telling the truth
>”I’d rather not break my new toy, I want to be able to use it again tomorrow… a few times…” it’s the fucking truth too… now that we are technically fuck buddies, a whole new emporium of fun has just opened up to us
>button thinks about this for a bit, studying my face, “how close are you… and don’t lie”
>”pretty close…” I half want to keep fucking her but I half don’t… so I figure I’ll just go with what she decides on
>button motions at me to sit in the corner
>oh sweet… blowjob! I think to myself as sit down obediently
>button gets to work, she’s isn’t perfect yet, but she is mastering the art pretty darn quickly and it doesn’t take her long before she has me on the edge again
>I grip a hold of buttons neck as I start to bust, trying to let her know what’s about to head her way
>she just keeps going up and down over my knob with her mouth as working my shaft up and down at the same time as I feel myself explode down her throat
>button keeps on working me for a bit until she is sure I’ve stopped
>I watch her as she swallows before looking up at me smiling while sinking back into the bath against the wall opposite me, clearly pleased that she managed to make me cum twice in the hour despite my indications that it wasn’t possible
>sink into the bath and just look at her for a bit thinking about good this whole situation is
>button raises an eyebrow at me, “so how’s dinner going, faggot”
>”what… don’t I get a rest too?”
>she just gives me ‘you just fucked me twice and I blew you so make me food’ look…
>I wouldn’t normally let that sort of shit fly, but button is a special case and she did just swallow my second load… after letting me plant my first deep inside her… for her first time ever…
>”fine…” I say, rolling my eyes and getting out of the bath, gives me a chance to get started on dinner I suppose
>”and get me a drink!” she orders while relaxing with her eyes shut as I dry myself, “something with ice”
>she is getting on my nerves now, I don’t mind the dominance thing but I don’t like being made to feel like I owe her things because she let me fuck her or blew me… that’s not the sort of even term friendship that I was enjoying and I hope for both our sakes she is just teasing
>”come back here faggot” button calls to me just as I walk out
>”what now…” I turn and look at her dryly, she is pushing things now
>button moves over to the edge of the bathtub and fingers at me to come over with smug smile on her face
>I move over to her, not even trying to hide the frustration growing on my face
>as I reach her she pushes herself up to match my head height and moves in towards me, “thankyou” she says softly and earnestly before kissing me deeply but slowly and with passion
>’am I really that much of an open book?’ I think to myself as any feelings of frustration melt away into nothing as button thanks me for everything that just happened
>she pulls away and looks at me with a cute smile, “now go make dinner…” she begins before adopting a sort of teasing baby voice “and don’t wook so butthurt about it”
>I can’t help but smile at her…
>I grab her on either side of her head and bring my face close to hers, “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tomorrow”
>button just looks at me and bites her lip, “that’s more like it… faggot”
>that’s the thing with button, if I don’t fight back at her every once in a while then she will just start to steamroll right over me, she has always been like that, from day one
>she knows when she is getting on my nerves but she will keep on poking and prodding until I turn around and start fighting back
>I’ve always been a bit of a push over with people, because of the whole hating conflict and stuff, but ever since I met button I have started becoming a much more confident and stronger person, I don’t let people walk over me anywhere near as much
>I wonder if she does it deliberately? Or just finds it fun to see me snap? I’ll have to ask her…
>I feel completely re-invigorated and refreshed after that as I put some comfortable pants on and get to work on dinner
>scotch fillet with whole button mushrooms and gravy, mash potato and prosciutto wrapped grilled asparagus… how could button not be fucking impressed
>also a perfect way to end what has turned out to be a fantastic day
>once the potatoes are in I fix button a drink, I don’t have a huge collection of spirits handy, especially not girly ones, maybe a bit leftover Malibu from slut 3 and a bottle of Absolut vodka
>I like to keep things simple, rum or whisky, on the rocks
>I have raspberry Fanta in the fridge, so I make button a simple raspberry vodka with a bit of ice and bring it in for her
>she smiles as I walk in holding her drink, “I was kidding about the drink faggot… I was just pushing your buttons”
>”yeah I know… but you did swallow my whole load this time”
>she has a sip and notices the vodka, “trying to get me drunk now huh?”
>”why would I do that?” I protest innocently as I head back to the kitchen
>”because my pussy is sore and now you wanna have a ‘stab’ at my ass perhaps?” button calls to me as I walk out to the kitchen
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>gonna have to remember that another night perhaps… I wonder what button is like drunk?
>eventually button hops out of the tub and starts to get dry, I’m mashing the potatoes while I let the steaks rest
*protip: always cook your meat a little under what you prefer and let it rest before serving
>its about 7:30ish by this point and in case you haven’t figured already, it’s still Christmas holidays so I literally have nothing to do during the days
>“what do you want to do for the rest of the night?, movie or games” I ask button as she walks out of the bathroom butt naked and fetches the shirt I pulled off her earlier by the couch
>she drags the doona off the bed and sits it on the edge of the couch in preparation, it makes me feel oddly comfortable watching her do it, like it’s becoming our little nightly thing
>”what about the Wii?” button exclaims suddenly
>forgot I even had the thing, I never have enough people over to really use it for what it does best, entertain groups of people
>Wii could actually be a shitton of fun with button come to think of it, something we have never had a chance to do together either
>”sounds like a plan!” I reply as I put everything onto the plates, being careful to make it look as professional as possible
>”also, could you make me another drink?” she asks
>maybe I will see her drunk tonight?
>I pour myself rum and ice while I’m at it
>it’s the good stuff, ‘The Kraken Black Spiced Rum’
>button comes over to help me take everything back to the lounge
>I know button is a steak girl, so I’m hoping she is impressed
>she sees the plated meal and gives me a wide eyed grin, grabs one of the plates along with her second raspberry vodka for the night and then goes back over to the lounge
>”thank you! or ‘this looks amazing’ would’ve been fine” I call out, though it doesn’t really bother me, she isn’t the sort of person to go handing out praise… ever
>”can you bring me a knife and fork faggot? I forgot”
>at least she enjoys meat…
>I bring a steak knife and a fork to button, who is sitting crossed legged on the lounge with a pillow propping up her plate
>meal was fucking scrumptious, we both eat the plates clean, and it was a decent serving
>turn the Wii on and we play resort for a few hours, in particular table tennis and the sword fighting games, button is on about her 4th raspberry vodka by now and is noticeably giggly and a lot more handsy with me
>turns out she is a happy drunk thank god because angry drunk button would’ve been something like mrs Hulk
>midway through her 5th she gets bored with the Wii and gets up on her knees on the couch, poking her bum out at me and pulling up her shirt to reveal her beautiful glistening snatch
>”fuck me again!” she says with enthusiasm
>shes a horny drunk… things are looking good for operation drunkbumsex in the future
>”you need to give that thing a rest… you know it will hurt” I tell her, wanting to be able to go full throttle at it again tomorrow when I’m nice and recharged
>she turns around and sits on the couch pouting at me, its incredibly adorable, sober button would never do cute things like this all the time
>suddenly button hops up and walks over to my computer
>”whatchu up to?” I call out after her as I start playing 9 hole round of Wii golf
>”browsing 4chan… bbbbro” she sounds like a complete fucking idiot…
>”no showing your tits” I tease her… though I’m pretty serious… sorry guys but I’m not the sharing type
>”what tits? Im a dude remember?” she laughs at her joke… which… wasn’t all that funny to be honest
>at around hole 5, button sings out to me, “faggot… come here for a second”
>I wander over, assuming she has found an interesting thread or something
>instead she has found my /b/ folder… albeit I don’t really hide it, its just a folder called Stuff with sub folders categorizing basic things like reactions, webms, gifs, etc
>I’m lazy when it comes to this so I have only ever bothered to categorize a few select things that I find interesting, in particular, under my fap folder is a folder called tails… which is exactly that, girls with tail buttplugs
>I’m not a weeaboo by any means, but I have watched a decent amount
>if I could pick one anime to sum up my tastes, it would be Mushishi
>anyway one of my favourite series is Spice and Wolf, I love the slow pace and idle banter between the two main characters
>I can’t stand furry porn, but I have a thing for Horo, which, after few drinks, a particular late night /b/ thread involving tail buttplugs and a quick fap later… I developed a soft fetish for the things
>justifying back story aside… so button is sitting on my computer chair with my tail folder open and a huge grin on her face as if she has caught me in the act of theft
>I motion for her to sit up so I can sit down on the chair, button sits back down on my lap and continues to scroll through the pictures
>”quite a lot of pictures in here anon…” she teases
>”we all have our tastes” I offer in half defeated protest
>preparing for incoming faggot storm
>”it’s kinda hot…” button suddenly says
>there is a small earthquake beneath button as my man meat begins to awaken with a primal rage
>”where can you get them?” she continues
>”place down the road has them, remember where I sent you when you first came here?”
>button rams her elbow back into my ribs, but not too hard, “yeah I remember faggot”
>”oofff” I wince
>”did you see them on display while you were browsing the butt plug section for a diameter upgrade?” she mocks
>”sure… something like that” actually I was checking out how much a fleshlight costs… turns out about twice the price as just ordering them online… fucking Australia and it’s fucking over the top prices
>button hops up off my lap, turns around and then straddles me again, putting her hands on my chest like she usually does
>”wanna go there tomorro w?” she asks me before slipping her hand down between her legs and gripping my rock hard toy soldier, “…I’ll take that as a yes” she decides before I can even answer
>lolwasgunnasayyesanyway
>although at this point I figure she is drunk and probably either won’t remember, or will have changed her mind in the morning
>button lets out a yawn, and then puts her head down on my shoulder
>bedtime for button, alcohol is catching up with her, it’s about 11pm but it’s been a fairly big day in terms of events
>stand up and button wraps her legs around me as I carry her over to the bed, pull back the covers and ‘drop’ her onto the bed
>she wriggles her shirt off and then pulls the covers up over her while I go around to the other side
>fuck yeah… boobies all night!
>I follow suite and strip down starkers before jumping in
>button immediately shuffles over to me and curls leg and hand on my chest before quickly falling asleep
>I lay there for a while and think about just what exactly today ment
>of all the people in the world…
>she decided to give her first time to me
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